Hey everyone!

Sorry it has taken so long for me to update this story. I've been busy with school and also writing updates for some of the other stories I have going.

**Side Note**

I have what will be a one shot of Bonnie basically giving almost everyone the middle finger and being a badass witch. It doesn't really have any dialog, because it's more of a recounting of what happens after she realizes that she's basically on her own. But if you would like to read it, let me know and I'll clean it up and post it for you.

Apologies for any mistakes.

Here you go.

Night of the party

Bonnie here's a knock at the door and takes one last glance in the mirror. Her hair was slightly curled at the ends, framing her face. She didn't really have much make up on, just some mascara, eyeliner, and some lip gloss. Plus, she decided to be casual with her outfit by just wearing a nicer, form fitting spaghetti strap top, jeans, and her converses.

"Casual, Bonnie. Keep it casual. This is just two new friends, going to a party together. Nothing more, nothing less." She breathed out a sigh, and startled as she heard another knock. "Right, it might help if you answer the door."

She opened the door to see wildflowers, before Stefan lowered the bouquet and smiled.

"For you my lady."

Bonnie laughed, as she accepted them. "Thank you. I love wildflowers, how'd you know."

He shrugged his shoulders, "They just looked so pretty and happy, and that made me think of you."

She blushed, and quickly excused herself to put them in water. When she returned, she saw that he was still standing outside.

"How rude of me. I didn't mean to leave you to standing outside."

"No worries. I want you to invite me in when you feel comfortable, and not a moment sooner." He said this with a teasing tone, but his eyes told her he was serious. "Shall we, my lady?"

She laughed as she took he offered arm. He led the way to his very nice and expensive looking car. He helped her inside, closed the door, and made his way around to the driver's seat.

It was quite. At first he thought it was just because Bonnie seemed shy. He smirked, thinking that she was just so cute. Then, suddenly, a new scent filled his senses.

Fear.

"Bonnie?"

He heard her heart racing, and her blood pumping through her veins.

"Bonnie, are you okay." He tried to think of what could have caused her to react this way.

"Um," she squeaked, fear lacing her voice. "I, uh, I'm fine. Sorry if I'm not very talkative. It takes me a while before I start feeling comfortable with people."

Now, had Stefan been a normal guy, this would have assuaged his worries. But he wasn't, and one look at her and he realized she was trying to make herself smaller. The way prey might when it realizes it's being hunted.

Shit.

She knows.

How?

Stefan pulled to the side of the road, only about a mile or so from where the turnoff was for the party. He turned in his seat and watched her.

This did nothing to calm Bonnie down, it in fact seemed to scare her even more. She started searching for the handle, forgetting she still had her seatbelt on.

He reached out to touch her and calm her down.

"Bonnie-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME! What are you? What are you?!"

"Bonnie, I won't touch you. See? I'll keep my hands where you can see them. Just, please, look at me." He said this with his hands both held up and slightly in front of him.

She looked at him, searching.

"Bonnie, can you tell me why you're afraid of me?"

"When you touched me, I felt death. I felt death and I saw death. What are you?" She whispered that last part.

He took a moment to realize, of course. Of course she felt death; she's a witch. 'I should have realized. I mean she is a descendant of Emily and Sheila's. How could I have not known that she would know as soon as we touched?" Stefan was internally scolding himself.

"Before I tell you, I want you to know that I will not hurt you." He said this pleadingly, while trying to convey with his eyes that he was telling the truth. "Please, believe me, Bon. Please."

She swallowed. "Okay."

"I'm a vampire." Bonnie quickly leaned back further. "But I only drink the blood of animals."

"Good Goddess above! Next you'll be telling me you sparkle in the sun."

"What? Why would I sparkle?" He asked this, thrown completely off track.

"Twilight. You know, that crappy vampire book and movie series? The main vampire family only hunted animals."

"Oh. I must have missed that one."

"It's truly not worth your time."

"Got it. But, to answer your question, I don't sparkle. I'd, uh, I would like to show you my vampire face… if it's not too much. I just want you to know that even in that form I can control myself."

She tried to lean back further, but she was already pressed against the door. She waved her hand, "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Angel."

He chuckled lightly, "I got that reference."

Bonnie relaxed just a bit, only to tense even further when she saw his face transform.

Black veins surrounded black eyes, his canines lengthened out. He quickly changed back, when he saw her reaction.

"I'm truly not sure it this is better or worse than the vampire faces on Buffy. What has my life become?" She was muttering to herself, but he could here every word.

"Yeah, Buffy while good, is not quite accurate. You see, wooden stakes can kill us, but holy water really is more water we can drink. Crosses are pointless, unless of course you are religious. It is truly astonishing how many vampires still attend church every week. But I digress."

"Whoa. Anything else?"

"Our sense of smell, sound, and sight is quite heightened. We also are extremely strong and fast."

"Got it." She calmed down as she was listening. "I guess, if you promise not to sneak into my room, or put me on your back and call me 'spider-monkey,' then I guess maybe you aren't so bad."

"I don't get that reference either, so I'm going to assume it's something else from Twilight." She nodded. "Okay, well the gist is that unless invited in, a vampire cannot enter a home that is owned by a mortal."

"At least Buffy was right about something." She realized something, "Is that why you said you didn't want me to invite you in until I was sure that's what I wanted?"

"That is correct."

"Gotcha. This is so out there, I've got to tell you. The next thing I know, you'll be telling me that my Grams was telling the truth about us being witches."

"Well, actually-"

"SHUT UP! Are you kidding? I'm a witch?"

"It's why you felt death when you touched me. Witches have to be able to sense when they are in the presence of a vampire."

"Oh. Huh, that's pretty cool, I guess."

"I really should have known not to touch you, because you're a witch. I would have preferred to have this conversation on your terms. You know, like somewhere you felt safe. Like the Grill or something, and not on the side of the road next to the woods."

"That would have been nice. Wait, why should you have known that I was a witch?"

"Uh, I knew your grandmother… of sorts."

"You know Grams."

"Technically? Yes, but I was actually talking about Emily. She's really your great, great, great grandmother… give or take a great."

"Whoa, dude. How old are you and why are you hanging out with teenagers?"

He laughed, and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "Uh, I'm around 165 years old. And you won't believe how hard it is to get people to take you seriously when you look like you either just got out of high school or should still be in it. I mean I can always just compel them, but it requires a lot of strength."

"Uh… Compel?"

"Vampires can look someone in the eyes and make them do something." He saw her face, "It only works on the non-supernatural. So, you have nothing to worry about; being a witch and all."

"Hmm. I feel like I owe my Grams a big apology, for not believing her."

"I'm sure she understands."

"Yeah, but I just thought she needed to lay off the sauce. You know?"

"Yeah. Although, from what I remember about Sheila... She could finish a good bottle of wine quite quickly."

"So, you really do know my Grams?"

"Yes, I came back around '94 and got to know her. She does not mess around, and had no patience for people trying to charm her. But, she was willing to look past what I am."

"That sounds like her."

They sat for a little while longer talking. It was mostly her throwing out random questions about vampire lore that she either read or watched on tv. After about five minutes of silence, Stefan took a chance.

"So, Bonnie," he cleared his throat. "Did you want me to take you home, or do you think that you can stand attending a party with me?"

"Eh. I doubt that this night could truly get any weirder, so why not. Onward to the party, good vampire."

He chuckled and started the car.

If only Stefan had explained better. She would have known that, as far as vampires go, he's a rarity. Then, maybe they wouldn't have been so caught off guard.

There are far more dangerous vampires that go bump in the night.

****Chapter End****

So? Was this okay? Too much too soon? I just felt like, sooner or later she was going to touch him. In my mind, though, the reason why she didn't in Mystic Grill was because she would have been too shy to give him her own number… The way she gave him Elena's in the pilot. So, I imagine that Caroline would have provided it for him.